Without waiting for Big Fat Orange to react, Sun Miaoqing felt blessed, raised her chin, and turned around confidently to leave the Heart Cultivation Hall.
Su Peisheng, who was waiting beside him, looked helpless. This concubine was still full of energy.
"Your Majesty, the matter of Concubine Cheng..."
Big Fat Orange drank tea slowly, "Don't worry about her, I'll see what she can do."
*
Chuxiu Palace
Sun Miaoqing first hugged Hong Zhou and waited until he fell asleep, then asked Qiangwei and Grandma Li to watch beside him.
He turned around and returned to the bedroom. He kicked off his feet as usual, placed one flower pot on each side, found a comfortable position, and lay half on the kang.
Linglan stood behind her and massaged her shoulders, while Liuli brought a pot of milk tea. With the sweet fragrance of longan, I poured a bowl and handed it to Sun Miaoqing.
"Your Majesty has been talking to the Emperor for so long, so she must be tired. This longan roasted milk was prepared by my servant when I went out. It's just right to drink it now."
Sun Miaoqing sat up a little straighter, took a few sips from it, and then put it on the kang table next to her. "I put more longan in it, so it tastes a little sweeter."
Liuli said, "Yes, next time I will ask them to use less."
Suzuran said, "Mom, what should we do next?"
"The Emperor is not willing to inscribe this plaque on you, nor does he agree to give it to the princes and ministers. These days, the workshop has produced more than a thousand kilograms of toffee."
"And according to your request, there will be more in the future. If it can't be sold, this is not a small sum."
No wonder Linglan was worried, Sun Miaoqing had set extremely ambitious goals from the beginning. He said that after the business started, he would produce thousands of pounds per day.
Cows are an extremely important means of production these days. To poor people, a cow is worth more than a human life.
Although the capital was at the feet of the emperor, there were only a few cows in the village. Of those few, half are males and do not produce milk at all.
The remaining half of the cows will have to wait until the calves drink, and then the remaining ones will be sold.
Milk is not convenient to transport, so these days, after collecting the milk, I rent a house nearby, boil it into toffee, and then send it to the store.
The scattered collection can only be a small fight and does not meet Sun Miaoqing's requirements. Therefore, Uncle Zhang took the initiative to lend Sun Miaoqing a small village in the suburbs of Beijing.
Part of the original house was converted into a workshop, and the rest was used for living. In addition, another piece of land was allocated and a large cowshed was built.
Half of the fields on Zhuangzi were reserved for growing grain, and the remaining half was sown with grass seeds. The entire Zhuangzi has several hundred hectares of land, which can support up to a hundred cows. (Cows also need to eat grain in addition to grass)
And even if there were hundreds of cows, it would still not be enough to meet her small goal of producing a thousand kilograms of toffee a day.
After all, cows don’t produce milk every day, 365 days a year.
In terms of manpower, in addition to the farmers in Zhuangzi, they also found many long-term workers in the next village. And specially hired a few experts who are good at raising cattle.
The money hasn't been seen yet, but the investment cost is quite a lot. Although the total of these amounts to less than one-tenth of her dowry, they cannot be squandered casually.
Sun Miaoqing said, "It's okay, he has a good plan, and I have a wall ladder. Do you think that without that sign, I have no other options?"
"That's too much to underestimate me!"
Suzuran asked curiously, "What ideas do you have, can you tell the slaves?"
Sun Miaoqing waved to the two of them, "Come here."
Suzuran and Liuli moved forward curiously, and after listening, they both nodded in agreement.
But thinking of the emperor's attitude, Liuli said, "But is it possible with the emperor?"
Sun Miaoqing said, "Why not? I didn't lie. Send word out and ask my uncle and aunt to do this, and my toffee shop will still be open."
"Also, a pound of toffee is priced at ten taels of silver. Three days before the opening, you can get a 20% discount."
Suzuran opened her mouth in shock, "Ten taels of silver?"
“Will anyone buy it if it’s so expensive?”
Sun Miaoqing said, "Why not? I still think the order is too small. However, considering that I have no experience before, it will not be too late to increase the price if the sales are good, so I decided to order this little."
Suzuran and Liuli couldn't believe it, the empress actually wanted to increase the price! There are many rich people in Beijing, but they are not fools. Buying it once is considered a curiosity, buying it twice is a favor to the queen.
But in the long run, who will be taken advantage of? Money does not grow out of thin air!
Sun Miaoqing didn't think ten taels of silver was expensive at all. After all, the cost of toffee is also there.
The price of wheat at the moment is about two taels of silver per stone, and one stone is roughly equivalent to 100 kilograms in the future. Ten pounds of glutinous rice and one pound of wheat can make about four pounds of maltose.
Glutinous rice will be more expensive, about two to seven per stone. Food prices will also vary in different places.
One hundred catties of glutinous rice, plus ten catties of wheat. Including firewood, labor, etc., the cost of making forty pounds of maltose is at least three taels of silver.
In addition to the milk, preserved fruits, the cost that has been invested, the decoration fee of the storefront, and the taxes that will be paid after the business is opened.
Does ten taels of silver make money? This is obviously a small profit but quick turnover, okay?
However, in the face of the suspicion of the two people, Sun Miaoqing felt that it was for his own money.
It is necessary to educate them on what advertising is and what marketing is!
